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A/n: Oh yeah. Someone emailed me a flame. SO if you're reading this then SCREW YOU! YOU CLOSE MINDED BITCH! MWUHA! I SHALL CONTINUE WRITING AND WILL NOT STOP UNTIL I WANT TO, YOU NORM!
Ok..now on with the fic...
Ever since Clay banged Zero he's been acting more quiet...I'll make sure to remedy that..
Damn damn blasted Mess Hall. A senior apparently chucked a glob of...green unidentifiable substance at a Candidate....
Then it started a whole fight not even the chef could calm down.
I see a chunk of fruit coming my way and easily dodge it. I duck under the table. No use in getting dirty for my big plan..I must execute it looking as good as possible.
Although I can't see how I could look any better. I am a sexy bitch.
And that's how I would like to keep it. I make it to the room without getting hit from the flying unidentifiable substances. Yes. I silently applaud myself.
Zero's not there. The stupid-ass probably went to join the food fight. What a glob-slinging-bastard. Doesn't he know they're only going to use the knock-out gas on them? That should put them all out for a few hours.....I love how I think..
Clay's on the bed wiping off globs from his thin frame. I have the urge to smirk, but I resist it. I also have the urge to just pounce on him and make him suffer a sweet torture..
But I resist that as well. My resistance doesn't hold out as I pounce and pin him to the bed and he yelps pathetically.
I lick the glob of orange off his cheek in a mynx-like way. To pull back and see his eyes widen in surprise.
"Stop, Hiead!' He cries and flails, but could'nt get anywhere. He should just give up. NO one can get any from Hiead Gner. Expecially not Clay Cliff Fortran.
"No.." I reply simply and go about licking the foods off his face.
"Or...I'll tell...that you killed people..." He whimpered although obviously trying to stay stable.
I push off him so abruptly the bed bounced. "Don't you ever tell anyone.." I growl dangerously.
I see a glint in his eyes. Very, very faint though.
"You killed them because they were trying to gang-rape you. I know the whole thing....." Clay wavered and propped himself up on his elbows.
"SHUT UP!" I yell clearly, clearly pissed. He stands up only to be pushed down by me, again.
"I could tell, Hiead. Your actions, your no-emotions....They almost did!" He yells back. Then he blushed when he realized what he did.
"I was not going to be raped!!" I growl and smother him harshly. I hear him whimper and try to yell 'Hiead. No!', but I don't stop.
No one gets in my head and reamins normal..I'll make sure of that..
He bites my lip in an effort to stop me, but it doesn't work. Doesn't he know? Once I set my mind on something I don't stop until I follow through..
Suddenly he goes limp. I pull back and see him breathing heavily. Damn..I am gooood.
Then I finally notice. When he bit my lip it actually stung. And now it was bleeding. Clay gave me an apologetic look and did something unexpected. He licked my lip in the same way I licked his face of food.
"You little mynx" I growl and continue to kiss him. The way I really wanted to.. I wonder. Why am I even associating with this fool? Emotions are not the answer. As easy prey, possibly..But maybe because he was a challenge....I'll probably lose interest in him as soon as I have him..
..His fingers dig into my back in an almost bruising pressure. It was music. Pure music to my ears.
"HIEAD!" He half sobbed. Whilst I only make a small grunt.
Gee...how passionate..
I roll off him spent. Damn.....
That was the shortest sex ever. But I'm not saying it sucked either..It was.. invigorating, but tiring.
Clay rests under the blanket then suddenly bolts up and props himself on a hand. He slams his other palm into his forehead and clutched some bangs.
"I can't believe I did that!" He grits though his clenched teeth. I look at him with his leg bent and the other straight...He looks like a sexy seme....
"Did what?" I smirk, knowing exactly what he was talking about. But I decided to let him say it. Admit what he did for that extra yard of torture.
"Did you!" He grunted and bured his face in his hands. I could almost tell he was thinking about Zero. "I should have never have done this. It was a mistake." He whipped the covers off from me and trudged into the bathroom.
I finally have claimed Clay Cliff Fortran. But why doesn't it feel as victorious as I thought it would? I don't want stupid emotions. I really don't. I know that nerdy bastard doesn't love me. Hell, he didn't even like me before this. We tolerated each other. That was it.
And that's how it's going to stay...
A week has passed by and I find myself intrigued by hte nerdy bastard..He seems even MORE attached to Zero. It makes me sick. The pangs of disgust get intense everytime I hear them. Calling out each other's names and the smell afterwards.
The smell of two VERY happy boys.
And I have to listen to this every other night, goddammit.
I've had my fun, but however I did not lose interest in the dork-ass. My left eye twitches but I can't stop it.
A/n: Well that's about it. I have more chapters to write! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!